Let’s Start Breaking
at the close of day i carry the sun home its light calls my body friend
i walk to my sleep pile of ruins glowing
i scream in silence hugging a beer can’s soul digging in its guts for comfort
i host two cities in my head Lagos blooms within Benin City isn’t far away
i long for Benin’s voice flesh of stories
here i am dying on Lagos’ tongue attaching myself to all that smoke
all that terror in traffic i swallow a road
stretch of land splashed across with asphalt i hate having cars run through me
hooting & racing i am a curse
i don’t hang from a lover’s lips i never serve as a route to salvation
i sit close to loss catch its emotionless stare explore my body.
we hold hands for comfort i make a home for loss
i am seconds from flooding my body self-drowning is a thing.
grief knocks a polite void where i go at nighttime.
i know my shadow loves to wander get wrapped in a prayer
get turned down by God get together with hate.
i like my body when it breaks beautifully written as a tragedy
scripted to hurt modeled after a human nightmare.
Nigerian-based Michael Akuchie is a poet who writes from a lonely street in his head.
He has works on Barren Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic Mag, Vagabond City Lit, Kalahari Review, peculiars magazine and elsewhere.
He studies English at University of Benin, Nigeria.